Pain

Ripped from reality.

Plunged into fears.

Flound'ring in shock.

Disowning my ears.

Vaguely gasping.

'Air' means living.

But am I alive?

Or am I existing?

A desolate presence,

stripped of my essence.

Numbly I speak

but my words

are depressants.

Hatred

Inner vibrating.

Steel eyes glinting.

Cold and devouring.

Shamelessly shaking.

Enslaved and obsessed.

Never confessed.

Like hoarfrost in heat,

is this popping distress.

Now divorced from sanity,

in palpable misery;

drained, I am hating,

and stuck in calamity.

Vengeance

The drumroll of time

blankets your mind...

I uncover your crimes,

– make your skeletons mine.

My desires defined:

they shall dance to my rhyme!

And as you decline

will I have peace of mind?

A grievous provocation.

A budding inclination.

A flourishing temptation

but lingering evasion...

So with subtle infiltration

comes comedic exposition

of your perfect imperfections,

you shall bleed humiliation!